4:30am: Jeremy’s alarm goes off and leaves for the airport to get to the Portland event. My 3-month-old wakes up from the alarm. I nurse her back to sleep.

5:00am: My six-year-old wakes back up. She has thrown up on her pillow. I get a fresh one and lay her down on the ground with blankets.

7:00am: I wake up after having a dream about a white wolf and a pack of coyotes in the children’s ministry rooms at church. Then, I had a dream that I watched a plane crash-land and there were only a few survivors.

8:00am: I text Jeremy to make sure he’s ok and have a text from an unknown sender asking me to pray for her cousin who had been thrown out of a car and was bleeding in her brain. My phone dies before I get a reply from Jeremy and I can find out who the text is from. I remember my phone charger was left in my locked car, and I can’t find the keys.

At this point I realize it’s probably not coincidental that all this happened at once. I feel under attack. It is a grave reminder that the “spiritual forces of evil” are constantly at war with the saints. I begin to think about the importance of His children in prayer and in unity with each other. I feel the necessity of prayer and my need for spiritual brothers and sisters especially at times like these.

I think it’s time to pray Ephesians 6 over all of us again. We can be given the weapons to fight the evil one, and it’s so important to remember that we are on the same side. This battle isn’t against flesh and blood. We need each other. We need to bare each other’s burdens. We need to be in prayer as one. How astounding it is that we already know we’re on the winning side! Let’s forgive and forget. Let’s stand as one in Him, fight the good fight, and spend eternity together with Jesus. Sounds lovely, don’t you think? 🙂

Drought weights the trees, and from the farmhouse eaves
The locust, pulse-beat of the summer day,
Throbs; and the lane, that shambles under leaves
Limp with the heat–a league of rutty way –
Is lost in dust; and sultry scents of hay
Breathe from the panting meadows heaped with sheaves.